—to Shirley Q. Liquor, Drag Queen in Blackface
When you're gay in Dixie,
you're a clown of a desperate circus.
Sometimes the only way to be like daddy
is to hate like him—
hope your brothers laugh
instead of shoot,
wrap a confederate skirt around your waist.
You traded glamour for nasty tricks—
dethroning your mammy's image for dollars
that will never cover so much debt,
unraveling years she lost
loving you for a living.
Copyright © 2014 by Kamilah Aisha Moon. Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database.